"Yee Haw," he cries,
The man called Jerome.
He's here to ensure
the cows come home.

He rides through town,
He shoots from the hip,
His horse rears up,
Secure in his grip.

He rides through field,
Lasso held high,
Spinning so fast,
And letting it fly.

He crosses through fords,
He rides down streams,
Hiking up mountains,
Living our dreams.

He rides all around,
Wherever they roam.
He leads the charge,
When the cows come home.